This morning, I got up around 6 and got ready for school. I take the beltway every day so therefore I have to leave pretty early to beat the traffic. As i was driving along, I noticed that my car was sort of pulling to the left, but didnt think anything of it. While crossing over Almeda Rd, I noticed a car was beside me with their window down. She was yelling something at me and pointing to my front drivers side tire. Yep! I had a flat...not just low...but the air completely out of it. I pulled to the shoulder, put my flashers on, and drove slowly down the hill to get to a bigger shoulder. I pulled over just in front of an entrance to Beltway 8. After calling my mother, who turned around and called my dad, I waited. I waited for around 20 min for them to get there so that my heroic father could change my tire. In the meantime, I listened to my radio and watched the cars drive by me, hoping that each time a tow truck came by, they did not stop. My dad came and we took out the spare tire. This proved to be a challenge because of the amount of junk that I currently have in my trunk.
My dad got down and put the jack under my car, saying to me,"I hoep someone doesn't hit me". I am holding the spare between my feet, thinking"duh". As he changes my tire I was constantly looking to make sure that the cars were moving lanes or swerving a little in ackowledgment of my father's wherabouts. After 15 minutes, my dad changed my tire, and drove off in my car. I got my books out, said thank you and sat in the passenger side of my mother's car.
We drove the Beltway to get to 59 so that I could go to school. I had a presentation due this morning that I didn't want to miss. I arrived at school at 8:30, only 30 minutes late. I walked in while the presentations were going on and was able to present mine after I had caught my breath.
WHen telling the teacher why I was late, she gave me a sympathetic look and told me to breathe deeply and collect my thoughts.
My dad, once again, saved the day, and has decided that I need to have a saturday lesson on changing a tire! This afternoon, I get to go buy a new tire, to replace the mangled rubber that is in my trunk!
My dad got down and put the jack under my car, saying to me,"I hoep someone doesn't hit me". I am holding the spare between my feet, thinking"duh". As he changes my tire I was constantly looking to make sure that the cars were moving lanes or swerving a little in ackowledgment of my father's wherabouts. After 15 minutes, my dad changed my tire, and drove off in my car. I got my books out, said thank you and sat in the passenger side of my mother's car.
We drove the Beltway to get to 59 so that I could go to school. I had a presentation due this morning that I didn't want to miss. I arrived at school at 8:30, only 30 minutes late. I walked in while the presentations were going on and was able to present mine after I had caught my breath.
WHen telling the teacher why I was late, she gave me a sympathetic look and told me to breathe deeply and collect my thoughts.
My dad, once again, saved the day, and has decided that I need to have a saturday lesson on changing a tire! This afternoon, I get to go buy a new tire, to replace the mangled rubber that is in my trunk!
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